Nostalgia #1
I have trouble with nostalgia. But I also basically exist for it, at a certain level. I have problems with it. that last poem was about it too. I'm working through it. How do I write about it? dunno. you can take this as an assignment if you like. apologies for any roughness. Nostalgia #1 I’m looking at pictures of you while I pick my outerwear apart because I think about unlaced boots plowing through rural street snow, you pressed to my ear like a can with different kind of cord and I can’t get through without laughing at nobody in the middle of a field, praying service lasts for another moment, and you’re there, pressed against my ear, hundreds of miles of farmland compressed like an advent accordion; I dreamed of you going to get pancakes on Christmas morning on Christmas Eve, and stirring your coffee with your wrist angled that way, and the apparatus is on the verge of seizing – but still, trees and stockings, all yours - you sheared them from everything else, and even then t...